“I thought you liked it…” 

            “Love it.”  Sam gently pushed her onto her back, and positioned herself between Shane‘s long legs, running her hands up from her ankles to her thighs.  Shane‘s face broke out into a wild smile of passion her legs parting as Sam started kissing her way up towards Shane‘s belly, avoiding all erogenous zones.  Teasing her until Shane squirmed under her touch.

            “Jesus Sam….”  Shane said grabbing the back of Sam‘s head and pulling her into a kiss, sweet rough friction as Sam settled against Shane. 

            “And while my creative license is valid is yours too?”  Shane asked breathlessly as Sam pushed her hips against Shane‘s, licking at her breast as Shane‘s hips arched to meet hers.

            “What is good for the goose is good for the other goose…” Sam said reaching down between Shane‘s legs and pushing two fingers into her and Shane exploded with a loud groan of satisfaction, Sam‘s palm rubbing against Shane‘s *****, edging her closer and closer.  Her fingers moving inside of Shane, as she withered in desire.

            “You’re to perfect to be true…”  Shane uttered as her hips pushed to meet Sam‘s thrusting hand, gnashing against her as she fell into the abyss of ecstasy.

*****

            Tina was leisurely packing her stuff as Bette made a late breakfast.  She heard Bette curse and Tina yelled out.

            “Are you ok babe?”  Another term of endearment.  She was really falling for Bette; she wondered how it must have been with her before her rapid fall into memory loss alley.  She cursed herself sometimes when she pulled away from her without cause, but she was easing into the fact that she was really attracted to this person. 

            Not woman Marty had cautioned her, person.  This person who was in the kitchen yelling back to her that she was fine was ***** as *****.  Perfect skin, lovely kissable lips, she’d kissed her but more than that had freaked Tina out to no ends.  A sigh from Tina at the thought.

            “I’ll be out in a minute.”  Tina told Bette in a loud voice.  She sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a long moment.  How could something that they’d all told her was perfect; sometimes feel so wrong at times.